Someday

 

 

I loved today's post by Duchess.

 

Her sassy asides have always been a delight

but today's remark that she'll take her

jewel tones as jewels

made me smile.

 

I envied her quick transition.

If there had been a pneumatic chair

with scissor-wielding stylist at hand

I'd have sat down and told her to

lop it all off!

It's easily been seven years since I made

my first dramatically short cut

to make room for my grey.

I'm still waiting.

 

My hair was blond - very blond - and has

gradually darkened to

a color that I find almost impossible

to describe.

Think "mousy" with an

extra dose of "meh."

For years - years - there have

been lovely white streaks running

from root to tip

interspersed throughout my mane.

They refuse to merge.

There have been short haircuts several times

since the first was made oh, so many years ago. 

Hasn't helped.

It seems small comfort that, thus far,

 I've avoided the dreaded

skunk stripe roots when the

longed-for transition never happens.

 

The idea that Duchess made her decision and

started the process in August

- less than six months -

makes me crazy with envy.

 

My regular hair appointment is on the

calendar for next week.

I've had time to calm down.  

There will be no lopping.

This time.